new digs

Well, the move is complete. My computer is now in my bedroom, and I am having a little trouble initially with the swap. Where is my favorite tree, swinging with winter birds and the lace of summer honeysuckle? The creek foaming at its snowy banks and the slope running down to the woods?

Instead I now see the the lights of cars, flashing by my window, filled with invisible people in the dark.

So I'm mourning my spindly, rag-tag Black Walnut tree as I would a friend or a muse or. . .

But the point is, this is a temporary and welcome solution because now the baby can sleep in peace and I can type in the quiet.

Also, got some good news from the state of Pennsylvania this week: an artist's fellowship in fiction. What does this mean, practically? WRITING. Hurrah!

Elspeth's on a roll this week. An exorcist has been mentioned but I opt for tireless, patient discipline, an unwavering, positive attitude, the inward assurance that I am totally capable of dealing with every lawless act with calm. . .IN MY DREAMS. Mostly we survive, right?--and hope for the best and that sanity will eventually return to us all.